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XCV
UNITY
The sense of fellowship is grown
A radiant mystery.
The dark is shot with light; the stone
Is light unto the eyes that see.
A radiant mystery.
The dark is shot with light; the stone
Is light unto the eyes that see.
No more the wild confusèd main
Is tossed about with storms of fear.
The sea is singing; and the rain
Is music to the ears that hear.
Is tossed about with storms of fear.
The sea is singing; and the rain
Is music to the ears that hear.
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